Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
UT,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.